[ smut-ish ]

He smirked, "Still the last name basis, huh?" Before I could even ask what it meant, he smashed his lips against mine, biting and sucking my already swollen lips.

"Smith." I moaned against his lips, feeling my legs wrapped around his as he pulled me away from the hard wall and carried me with quick footsteps.

My arms hung around his neck loosely, tilting my head to the side for him to have better access. His lips travelled down my neck, biting and sucking against my soft skin as he quickly left love bites of his own.

I felt my back hit something soft and the next moment, I was doing quick work of pulling his shirt off his Greek god body.

My hands roamed around his six packs hungrily with my lips still attacking his. I groaned, missing the nostalgia of having my fingers scratching down his mouth-watering six packs.

He pulled away, tugging the hem of my button-up shirt. He rolled it up from my flat stomach to my head, hastily throwing it onto the ground while his eyes raked across my bra.

Sitting back up on the bed, he pulled me towards him and leaned down, kissing the top of my blood red lace bra. It was a good thing that I had put on a pair of sexy lingerie, otherwise I would have looked so funny right now.

"So sexy..." He trailed off, his teeth nipping on the middle of my bra as he looked up through his glazed lust-filled orbs.

Fuck, he was making me so wet by enticing me like that.

He pulled it backwards, snapping my bra into two as I gasped, totally not expecting this wild side of him to be let out right now.

We were having sex in the broad daylight for fuck's sake.

His fingers hastily tugged it off me, releasing my large breasts as he eyed it with lust. He circled my nipple with his thumb while his lips sucked the other.

His skillful tongue did a great work in sending me pleasure as I moaned his name aloud. He grunted in response, removing his lips from my breast before latching onto the other.

"Smith." I moaned, urging him to hasten his foreplay and stop playing with me. My core was already dripping wet with my thongs soaked, irritating me ten times more.

"Yes, baby." He whispered against my skin, kissing his way down my stomach to my jeans as he tore off the buttons and pulled it down.

Laying on the bed, I propped myself up in my elbows and let him drag it down my legs, watching him as he ripped off my matching blood red thongs.

"Smith Francis!" I screamed, glaring at him as he smirked at me this whole time. "Chill, baby." He said, kissing my v-line as he stuck a finger into my tight hole.

After a year of not being with him, my sex life had come to a stop as I was no longer interested in hooking up with other men who wasn't him.

Yeah, I sounded so pathetic right now like a weak woman who can't live her life without the man she loved. So poetic like a fairytale.

But apparently, this was real life.

Shit just got real when his tongue circled my clit, leaving me in a moaning mess with my walls clenching and unclenching at every turn.

God, this man was seriously killing me, like literally.

"Smith." I moaned, arching my back forward as I felt my body shaking at the pleasure he had given me, badly wanting him to take me right there and then.

"Come for me, baby." He whispered against my skin, biting my clit as I screamed. My body shook violently as my climax reached, releasing all the juices that I had been withholding for so long.

"Smith." I moaned again, feeling his tongue lapped up my juices like the expert he was. God, he always had a way to make me feel so turned on and sexy even with my juices dripping from my entrance.

He slowly crept up, meeting my glazed orbs once more while I took in a deep breath, catching a whiff of scent of my juices.

Locking lips with mine, my fingers travelled down to his jeans as I struggled to tug it down. He adjusted a little, quickly taking it off along with his boxers.

His length sprang to life, proudly standing at ten inches long. He moved forward, grabbing the pillows and stacked them below my head before guiding his length into my awaiting mouth.

I allowed his shaft to enter fully into my mouth and I was sucking with my inside cheeks while licking off his pre-cum with my tongue.

He groaned, throwing his head to the back in pleasure while I continued to suck his shaft. He grinded his body against my mouth, his tip hitting my throat which sent him growling in satisfaction.

"Baby." He moaned, his body shaking violently as I could feel his release reaching its peak. Before both of us could even say anything, his cum flowed into my mouth while I sucked all of his cum which earned another few moans from him.

Pulling his shaft out of my mouth, he trailed his length along my v-line, making me groan aloud. "Just fuck me already, Smith."

He obliged with a wide grin, thrusting forward with full force as I moaned, slowly adjusting to his huge dick. He began his thrusts slow and steady before hastening the speed as every seconds passed.

He was literally like an uncaged animal right now.

His hands massaged my breasts as he pulled out fully before entering back in forcefully, drilling back into my wet pussy.

"So wet for me, baby." He murmured, guiding his cock in and out of my wet core.

I moaned when his length disappeared before slamming into my core, shaking me until I could feel my climax.

"Fuck, I am coming." I groaned, feeling his thrusts going harder and faster until my juices spurted all over his shaft while his hot seed flowed into my wet pussy.

Our pants and moans filled the whole room as we stared at each other through lust-filled orbs. He pulled out of me and rolled beside me, pulling my body towards him.

He pulled the duvets over our naked, sweaty bodies and held my hand in his, gently kissing my knuckles. "I love you, Karen." He whispered, leaving a chaste kiss against my forehead.

I smiled, "I love you as well, Smith Francis."

He pulled my head towards him and gave me a short kiss before pulling away, resting his forehead against mine. "I am ditching this wedding, baby. We are going to settle down in a city where no one knows us and you will be my Mrs. Francis."

I smiled, nodding at his words.

In the end, was he just my ex? No, he was someone much more than that.

The End

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'He's Just My Ex' has sadly came to an end, even though it was kind of crappy for my first short story. But anyways, hope you guys have enjoyed ;)

10 Oct'16